When the world shits on you, its probably consumed curry.

Maybe a more Kosher way of saying that would've been 'when it rains, it pours' but the worst you get on a rainy day is water logged feet.
I guess I am realizing, more and more, how boring the world is; at least to me.
It's like waiting for a bus, but the thing is always late. You're destination may well be beautiful, it might be a live action orgasm, but if the bus doesn't show up you'll never get there.You keep looking and waiting for the fucking thing but it turns out its a cab or some cocksucker in a midlife-crisis-Porsche.
Or maybe that's just me. I definitely don't think the world is against me or anything quiet so emo. More that there is something in me that compels me to fuck up each and every opportunity for something better.
With each one I try to reassure myself that I learn from each one, but I don't. I make the same mistakes all-the-fucking time.
I'm my own worst enemy.
And the worst thing of all, when I look back at my list of catastrophic fuck-ups I realize I am the kind of person I once hated, especially for bitching about it online.